It was Tuesday night and I worked until nine. I was twenty-eight at the time. Shortly after I walked in, I spotted this super hot woman sitting at the...bar. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, with a huge set of boobs. I walked her way, wanting to get a better look at her. She looked so hot, I thought my eyes were deceiving me. The closer I got, the hotter she looked! Let me describe her for you - I’d say she was about 5’4”, maybe 130 pounds, with curves in all the right places. Her hair was. My hair felt odd with the ends just brushing my cheeks and the sides ofmy neck. My head was covered in a hood, and its weight made me aware ofthe tightly tied ribbon on my pigtail.My face felt odd covered with foundation cream, and I could smell thesubtle aroma of the powder. My eyelids felt heavier and fuller thanusual with the false eyelashes and mascara. My lips stuck together withthe lipstick and lipgloss.Under my chin, the bow of the ribbons of the mac's hood pressed gentlyon my throat. I. I went to my office at the end of the hall and got one of the unpacked boxes I had brought from my apartment when I moved in with Sally. After a quick stop in the living room, I hauled the box down to Janey's room. I knocked on the doorframe, the door being open, as usual."Yeah?" she answered."We still have one more issue to discuss, young lady," I said.Her woeful look with those big puppy dog eyes told me she had been hoping I would have forgotten about it. She knew what I was going to talk. He was naturally dark skinned with native american heritage in his family and lacked body hair below his eyebrows. He lifter weights and with his lack of any body fat, every muscle in his skinny body was pronounced and outlined perfectly. One day he asked me to teach him martial arts. "I'm, pretty good at wrestling but i dont know anything else about fighting at all, so unless i can get them on the ground, i get my but kicked." I told him that he needed more in the line of MMA training that.